I have been reminded of words I have read often, spoken often, yet as equally often I forget them, and fail to live by them as I should.
When love beckons to you, follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
To not follow the call of love... it is the worst regret we can have. Those who have loved from afar, only to lose what they love to someone else more bold, and those who lose what they love for fear of the hard ways of love, they know the ultimate pain of life: to love, and to not know if they were loved in return or not. There is no curse worse than unknowing.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions
may wound you.
Love Hurts, so say the sages, and it is true. The very nature of love is an intense emotion to the point of pain. Love is fire, Love is ice - both burn yet we are drawn to their beauty. Thus is love. We are drawn to it, yet fear its pain. We should not fear it, for that pain only serves to make the emotion stronger. A fire feeds on its self.
And when he speaks to you believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams
as the north wind lays waste the garden.
If you love, you will know it. Love never speaks falsely, though it can be fickel as any woman, as tenuous as fortune, waxing and waining as the moon. But even breif love is Love. And even if love is not what you think you want, Love is what is right for you. Follow it, believe its voice, no matter what the pain is it may bring, or the strife it may cause.
For even as love crowns you so shall he
crucify you. Even as he is for your growth
so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your height and
caresses your tenderest branches that quiver
in the sun,
So shall he descend to your roots and
shake them in their clinging to the earth.
Love forces you to cast aside all else that is not needed, and in that, we grow from love more than any other experience of the human condition. Just as a tree must be pruned of sick limbs to grow healthy, so must we shead those things which burden us in the face of love. Even those things we hold as most dear: family, friends, home, heart - all must fall to the wayside for us to follow Love.
Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto
himself.
FOR WHAT CAN THE HARVEST HOPE FOR, IF NOT FOR THE CARE OF THE REAPER MAN?
-- Death appeals to Azrael (Terry Pratchett, Reaper Man)
He threshes you to make you naked.
He sifts you to free you from your husks.
He grinds you to whiteness.
He kneads you until you are pliant;
And then he assigns you to his sacred
fire, that you may become sacred bread for
God's sacred feast.
Change, be changed, for Change is Life, and without Change we Die. Love is the forging of our souls into something better, more pure, more beautiful, the crafting of our flesh into something beyond flesh, into the vessle which holds this most violent and burning emotion.
All these things shall love do unto you
that you may know the secrets of your
heart, and in that knowledge become a
fragment of Life's heart.
-- Khalil Gibran "The Prophet: On Love"
When love beckons to you, follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
To not follow the call of love... it is the worst regret we can have. Those who have loved from afar, only to lose what they love to someone else more bold, and those who lose what they love for fear of the hard ways of love, they know the ultimate pain of life: to love, and to not know if they were loved in return or not. There is no curse worse than unknowing.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions
may wound you.
Love Hurts, so say the sages, and it is true. The very nature of love is an intense emotion to the point of pain. Love is fire, Love is ice - both burn yet we are drawn to their beauty. Thus is love. We are drawn to it, yet fear its pain. We should not fear it, for that pain only serves to make the emotion stronger. A fire feeds on its self.
And when he speaks to you believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams
as the north wind lays waste the garden.
If you love, you will know it. Love never speaks falsely, though it can be fickel as any woman, as tenuous as fortune, waxing and waining as the moon. But even breif love is Love. And even if love is not what you think you want, Love is what is right for you. Follow it, believe its voice, no matter what the pain is it may bring, or the strife it may cause.
For even as love crowns you so shall he
crucify you. Even as he is for your growth
so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your height and
caresses your tenderest branches that quiver
in the sun,
So shall he descend to your roots and
shake them in their clinging to the earth.
Love forces you to cast aside all else that is not needed, and in that, we grow from love more than any other experience of the human condition. Just as a tree must be pruned of sick limbs to grow healthy, so must we shead those things which burden us in the face of love. Even those things we hold as most dear: family, friends, home, heart - all must fall to the wayside for us to follow Love.
Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto
himself.
FOR WHAT CAN THE HARVEST HOPE FOR, IF NOT FOR THE CARE OF THE REAPER MAN?
-- Death appeals to Azrael (Terry Pratchett, Reaper Man)
He threshes you to make you naked.
He sifts you to free you from your husks.
He grinds you to whiteness.
He kneads you until you are pliant;
And then he assigns you to his sacred
fire, that you may become sacred bread for
God's sacred feast.
Change, be changed, for Change is Life, and without Change we Die. Love is the forging of our souls into something better, more pure, more beautiful, the crafting of our flesh into something beyond flesh, into the vessle which holds this most violent and burning emotion.
All these things shall love do unto you
that you may know the secrets of your
heart, and in that knowledge become a
fragment of Life's heart.
-- Khalil Gibran "The Prophet: On Love"
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